So like I hope yer not all beginning to feel like Bastion, and I hope you know, of course, that I have other stuff that I’m itching to get to, I have chapters of Left Turn to put up ( a couple quick ones [16 & 17] before things start 
really heating up in Chapter 18), I swear I will post one tonight……plus there’s all this politickin’ and acculturatin’ goin’ on, but though I am nearly incapable of being responsible, almost assuredly one of the biggest Manyana-ites yer ever to meet…, writing down the crazy ass bull shit of tornadic activity that takes place in my brain on a second by second basis is probably the one exception to this rule…oh and I do hate to leave things unfinished (again probably mostly referring to fun creative stuff more than anything else lol…)
But okay anyway and again Cat’s N Kittens it’s me
So I wanna finish the story in a few hundred words(meaning of course under 1000) not counting links to poetry. So lets see we’re in the early 90′s right? My life is less topsy and his fabulous turvys, ( age, maturity etc, plus I’ve stopped doing coke, meth,[completely] and hallucinogenics[mostly] oh and there”s the disability money)I’m attending a lot of local open readings, and as my poetry improves I begin to pick up some featured spots…
First ya have to understand that I learned pretty quickly how bad and exactly why and where my early attempts at performance poetry and more importantly and specifically my poetry sucked weak ass(thanks to tough and brutally honest older poets[thanks again Lee & others unnamed])…but like I said, I was a quick study.
One of the best and most valuable pieces of advice was to change how I lay my poems out on the page and to drop the whole ee cummings lower case thing (seeing as it was “his thing not mine”…lol great advice old poet whose name is now lost to time). His second point regarding my poems structure on the page was as eloquent and simple as was his guidance fer the “ee” dilemma…”ya do want people to be able to read it right?” he asked.
His point once I understood it was this, without an extremely valid reason as to why, making the poem more difficult for the reader to decipher draws attention from the words…
Sound, sound logic. I immediately changed both features of my written word.
The next advice, stop being so freaking overtly overbearingly preachy when you read….beats, hippies, they already ranted and quite possibly raved about it all, so if yer gonna do it, try bringing something new to the table besides the same tired old all injustaphores and opressionisms, and fer God’s sake, if yer gonna talk about politics and the culture, be funny.
Okay I was ready fer all that. I had been, ever since my six year old Ogden Nash period, a fan of funny over frowns. Here’s a great example of the next stage in my poetry story…click on the homeless guy’s sign.
S0 we’re at about 1992, the Aguanga kid is born, I’m living with his mother, on SSI etc so I don’t have to worry ’bout work and can concentrate on art. I’m doin features and making, at least in my little corner, a name fer myself. As I mentioned in the last post I did well in “poetry contest”, and honed much of my poetry production to producing poems matching my somewhat unhinged performing persona particularly (oh lol) suited to these contest (and as yet off my radar slams[though I am to 'understand' they are happening soon])and in the process my “voice” was born…While the above links are some of the “audience favorites[hits] the following poem really captures (I think, and is one of my favorites) what I am trying to do..just click on the persimmon fer the link…
This poem really, I feel exemplifies my voice, stripped of all the performance gimmicks, focused on a moment, the poetry of life, in this instance the conversation becomes the metaphor, at least I think, I hope, I feel that’s what I am going for…in hindsight, cause ya see my faithful readers, I didn’t set out to write this way, this is the way I write…when all is stripped away…when the pretense, and manufactured intentions, and tryin to be’s, and tryin to sound likes, and the pretentiousness of the Artie Mann, are all killed off through diligent applied effort, what is left is the real voice of the poet…in my specific case it lead to many people (all super cool poets) saying “It’s not really poetry though is it?” “Where’s the imagery? They’d ask…( I mean I always thought personally that “The old guy wearing California skin…” was halfway okay, I mean not Neruda or anything…)but imagery’s not my strength, and I decided long ago that being real, the poet I was, was far more important than either a: teaching myself to be someone elses idea of a poet, or pretending to be the same?
The misspelling of my name went unnoticed (at least by me)till the Aguanga Kid pointed it out yesterday
So that’s what I rolled with by late 92′ early ’93 I was pulling at east a couple featured readings a month, either sharing the bill or gong solo and carrying the night on my ever expanding body of work, always entertaining performance, all the oddity expected, delivered guaranteed ….this was just one of the reasons I got the nickname “Psycho Boy“
Okay so rock ‘em sock ‘em robots Cat’s n Kittens I swore I’d get outta here at less than a thousand words (though I may have implied I’d finish er up also….well it is what it… lol)….comin soon Pt 6
I was asked to feature a number of times by the wonderful owners. They were also the first to agree to pay me as a featured…but we’re getting to that…hopefully…in part 6 fer sure
My Little Dog Gets the Last Laugh
May 17, 2012
http://cnettv.cnet.com/av/video/cbsnews/atlantis2/cbsnews_player_embed.swf
Okay so it won’t let me embed it fer some reason (paranoia seeps in) so here’s a link to the story but I’m gonna leave what does come up anyway…
A…Uh….Lolololololol…uh…wait….lololol….okay hold on…oh…whoo!…oh okay…olol…wait…oh lolololololol….
Okay, well uh ok..cstm…oh it is to laugh isn’t it Erica?
I mean we all make mistakes and we should be able to laugh about them…huh?
Oh and maybe an apology would be in order. But don’t worry, I’ll graciously accept it as long as you promise not to do it again…
I mean I know you won’t and I know that most Americans will still believe exactly as they did before this story(ya know those who think he’s guilty will still and etc…)And most will ferget and in a year or two we can repeat this ride…Whee!
So hang in their Erica you’ll get a chance to convince American’s that we’re racist yet!
Previews of Future’s Posts Plus Chapter 2 Left Turn
April 25, 2012
Hemmala hoo there its me and me only, the ol Dysu, I got a lot of things goin on and so I thought I’d just slap a little bit o whats to come and the next Chapter of left turn…
Here at Ol’ 409 Enterprises Inc. we are quite proud to announce that we have been nominated fer the Kretive Blogger award…
That’s what really is boggin the process down, wanna make sure the Kreative Blogger award post is…well creative…but it’s comin ya ol cat’s and kittens so just hang in there…
I also have half a post about more “man” stuff finishing up on the thoughts I was rollin with a couple posts back…
And comin soon, hot on the “man” posts heels is an idea I just got from readin a blog I follow it’s gonna be all about my worst two (near)dating experiences…don’t wanna give too much away but one ends with me bloodied…no no you’ll just have to wait…
Okay anyway remember adult themes etc…
2.
Home. To say it wasn’t much would be an understatement. The place used to be a repair shop or a commercial garage. It got turned into an efficiency somewhere in the 80’s ( I guess there was a real estate bubble here in the eighties who would’a thunk it). Anyway, the place was cheap, 325 plus 5o for utilities, and it didn’t have bars; and the toilet was all fucking mine. It’s the little things that count.
Anyway I’d lived here for a little over a month now. I ended up in Wennler the day after I got released from the state pen in Sioux Falls. I was better off than many cons getting out; I had money. Going in I had $2275.00 all together, not a lot but now it was enough to get back out to Cali, or Las Vegas. See I wasn’t planning on staying in South Dakota; I mean God, its South Dakota, but the first ride I got changed my plans.
I guess it will help to know a little of my background. I’m a bad guy, or was a bad guy definitely, pre incarceration, a regular gun wielding wild west type. I rode a bike, but was unaffiliated as it were with any organized group, not that I hadn’t been asked in my early days, I just had trouble with authority, any authority.
I got busted in August of ’83 in Sturgis at the bike rally, distribution, possession, assault with a fire-arm. I was twenty-two. I got forty-five years, which meant I could’a been out in fifteen or so with good behavior. I pulled an extra dime, sorry ten years, early on though fuckin up.
I started getting my shit together after that. I wasn’t going to be like some of these jokers, I didn’t want spend all of my adult life behind bars. I didn’t study law or nothin’ like that. I didn’t really better my life, I don’t know that’s just not my shit, I worked out, did my time; just got through it. The one thing I did change is I started going to church. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t get all Bibley or nothing, didn’t get all weepy with my fellow con’s ‘bout finding their way to the Lord. I still don’t even know if I believe, I want to; but I haven’t seen a lot of evidence of the Good Works in my life.
I was born in Vegas, grew up in a trailer park the second son of a “Show Girl”. Mom had never married but had a series of boyfriends; who, like her job and her prospects for a happy future grew increasingly sordid and sleazy as the years progressed. The best I could hope for from these men was indifference; but and especially in the later years, violence was just as likely.
We moved, or I should say we were moved to Bakersfield California when I was fourteen by my Mom’s new boyfriend; a “Devils” meth dealer. My eighteen year old brother had left home so I was the now the oldest, Dee, my younger sister was two years younger, and Ronnie was just a little baby. The meth dealer, Carl, was a real ass. He beat my mom, beat the shit out of me, regularly threatened to kill little Ronnie; Dee was the only one he was nice too. Even at thirteen the subtleties of this did not escape me entirely. Carl had regular trade and he and his buddies were moving lot’s of product, which was the one advantage for me because I got to learn a lot of the business, first by just observing, then by making runs for the guys.
You might think it’s weird going to work for Carl and his friends. If so you did not grow up the same way. These adults, as dysfunctional, as criminal and violent as they were, were my role models. The other thing Carl and countless adults before him, including my own mother taught me at a young age was that I was on my own; the world was monstrously cruel, capricious violence was just around every corner and only the toughest prosper. Carl was the worst, but he was only one in a long succession, Carl was the sharpening stone for the blade that others forged. And you either worked for Carl or you got out.
I think I’ve talked enough about all that.
In the spring of ‘76 Carl and two other Devils were gunned down by Hell’s Angels in what was described as a “turf war” . I was young and stupid and desperate to avoid meeting the next Carl. The house and most of the crap in it, including my mother, my sister, and quite possibly even me, were now considered Devils property.
The one thing I knew, knew above everything else, was that of all the property in the house, there was only one they considered really valuable, the drugs. I didn’t know how much there was at that moment, but I knew there was a lot. I took it all and ran. I was fifteen, not even legally allowed to drive in California, but with nearly a pound and half of meth, three kilos of weed, a shot-gun, two hand guns and scales and weights and a fucking lot of baggies rolling around loose in the back of a tricked out Ford Econoline, no license was the least of my worries.
That was the start of my street career sounds romantic, sounds exciting. The Devils killed my Mom and little Ronnie, I read about it in a newspaper a few months later; I still don’t know what happened to Dee. I swore revenge of course. Uselessly it turns out as the small upstart band of hard core bikers known as the Devils are no longer. Most killed over drug sales with both the Hells Angels and the Hessians during the cocaine crazed ‘80’s. The rest, who the fuck knows, when I was first in the pen I tried to find out if any were in the system somewhere, some lone Devil, or ragged left over’s; that’s one of the things that got me in trouble. But I’m not going to talk about that either.
The thing is, what I am trying to say is, that after the trouble, I vowed to keep it under control, Church helped that; the ritual, the call to faith. I never kidded myself that I was going to Heaven, no that’s a lie, sometimes I think about it. I guess I really don’t believe that if there’s a Heaven, God is going to let me in not after what I’ve done, but I should at least try. When I meet the bastard I wanna be able to say I gave it my best shot
So when I got out of the pen with my idea to head west, back to my roots it is with no real plan. I tell myself I am going to get back there and find a job; tell myself I am going to avoid trying to contact old friends, avoid my old life. But I can feel the lie in my own gut.
With the money I had I could’ve taken a flight out of Sioux Falls, or at least caught a bus west, but I didn’t feel right about either thing; just hitchin’ felt good, like the right path.
The world had changed, cars were…well there were a lot of them I’d seen on TV, but it still felt weird the first time a Hummer drove by. Anyway I’m getting off track. Maybe subconsciously it was the opportunity to find a new path that made me choose hitching, I can’t say. But the first guy who picked me up, Steve, just happened to run a grocery store in Wennler. He was a good guy, a real stand up straight, family man, church go ‘er, small town to the core; but honest and unpretentious. He and I, or the person I was trying hard to be, hit it off and by the end of the ride he had offered me a small position with his store in Wennler.
He wasn’t being phony, he never told me I could work my way to management. He was offering me, as he put it, a chance to figure out who I am and where I want to go. I told him I would work hard and not let him down.
He’s offered once to take me to church with his family on Sunday (not that I couldn’t walk, the towns only ten blocks wide) I haven’t taken him up on it yet.
But so here I am. My little home in Wennler South Dakota. Like I said the place is small. I don’t have a TV yet, but I have a little radio. That’s okay. I was never much of a TV guy, and new music, don’t get me started. I exercise, push ups and crap. If I get real bored I walk the gravel roads. Try to figure out, like Steve said, who I am and where I am going.
A Lil Calm Before the Storm
April 20, 2012
Hey ho, it’s me the Ol’ Dysu and…well here’s the deal, I say a lot of shit on this page, a lot of stuff that sounds crazy on the surface, some sounds out right mean and nasty, and much of it is, I know, counter to popular notion. 
recently I commented on another bloggers post…very funny, well written you should and can check it out here…as part of my reply I linked back to one of my earlier posts..lo and behold it appears he actually at least attempted to go back and read it…here is his reply to my post, ” Now Don’t You Worry Your Pretty Little head About That“
Haha, it took me a while to realize that this was satire 
Once I realized that, I managed to recover from my initial shock and actually enjoyed the post.
Um…all right well ya know I am going to have to address this…I mean I love the guy’s blog, again very funny, but he is young and so I don’t blame him for his views…and I’m not mad or anything, I want to discuss this (these) issues and believe of course they need to be discussed or I wouldn’t bring them up….but I also have to make sure my point is clear…
However. before I do and everyone of my regular readers possibly stop following me ferever, I thought I’d take a little break and offer up a recent samplin’ of the kinder gentler side of the unit…(shameless self promotion I know)
Spring Rambles
Mornings with the Mouse
See…I’m not so bad…hopefully shows that I’m actually(at least semi)normal guy
Remember that now when I write my next posts…
Because,
Though I love Lil’ Mouse, find her exceptional, funny, smart, and incredibly competent.
Though I believe that she is, in general, like most woman, better at most things, than most men.
Though I believe that woman are the glue that hold all societies together, and without them most men would be sittin’ in a dark room somewhere in dirty underwear with chips and sandwich crumbs on their chest…
I also believe that woman (unchecked as they have been)are ruining our society….(God bless yer pretty little souls)
Great Scott America
April 17, 2012
Well okay..well..I mean F ‘n A everybody so I’ve written a lot about the state of our Federal Government, I mean probably only a little less than I have written about how women are ruining America (“Wha…wha…wha…what?”
you the reader ask…look I don’t have time to go back and re cover every crazy thing I have ever said…go back here and look it up…today I got bigger fish on my mind…today I’m kind’a pissed off…
Look so by now if you are paying any attention at all you know that the General Services Administration or GSA just spent a whopping $8000,000 (+) on planning and vacation(s) fer 300 
employee’s….that’s the easy breezy cover girl version tryin to review all the different facets, facts, well in the long run it just made me too pissed off to continue…and then of course my little dog starts spinning and I start looking up all this info on the fed.gov websites and I read all the new age hoo doo ass bullshit and my little dog spins round and round(here’s where Lil’ Mouse usually tells me “to just stop lookin’”) and well…well…well it is to laugh really.
Cause I know nothin’s gonna change…oh some of us will get mad and blog about it(most of course, much more professionally than the ol Dysu)…there will be investigations (themselves well topping the 800,000 price tag of the VV.) Some heads will roll, careers cut short (or in some cases just diverted)…but the system itself, the great and mighty machine will keep rollin along…
See ’cause ya know what else I know is that we got just a small glimpse, a peek behind the curtain, but thank God we did, and in this instance thank God fer Social Media, the magicians keep F’n up because of social media, the slight of hand is hard to pull off when you keep posting gloating pictures of how you fleeced the marks
Credited to http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics
But of course I digress ’cause my real point is so the F what? So what if they did? And I’m sure ol’ smiley in the tub here is thinkin’ the same thing, I mean it wasn’t but six months or so that we were hearin’ this story
House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi is the subject of a report on the stock investments of members of Congress that is to air Sunday on CBS’ “60 Minutes.”…
I know, I know old news, the worlds movin’ too fast, too fast to keep up and hell there’s so only so much time and I mean after all there’s all those HBO programs to keep up with, and isn’t Charlie Sheen gettin a new sitcom…
That’s what I mean by nothin’s gonna change. And there was a brief moment a year or two back when I first heard about the Tea Party…”Yea, here we go” I thought, but go to their website and all you see is talk about working with-in the system to change it…oh ho ho…oh it is to laugh….
I think the idea started good, but it was co-opted by politicios…okay what do I mean…Go look at their site…lot’s of talk, little action..okay again I guess clarification..
Better yet, here’s what I propose, tax revolt, we all go into our boss, or accountant(s) and claim all the dependents we can, then when tax time comes next year don’t fill out one document, let April 15th come and go without feelin’ bad or worryin. Every time you do start to feel a twang of guilt just picture this guy again
Live a little! I did!
And yea, that might not work fer yer situation, I mean normally I get a refund so that’s the way I could do it but, you might be in a higher tax bracket than me (lol like that would be hard) what I mean is if enough of us say ya know what we ain’t paying anymore till you get yer crap together well what are they gonna do, jail a million people, jail ten million people…now that’s a Tea Party Movement I can get behind
Wait I’m sorry what…What about the roads? What about old people? What about the poor? Well what I believe is we’re Americans, we can figure it out without the help of the money wasters in Washington ( I mean not me but one of you out there, ya don’t want me in charge, I’m no better at making important decision than obviously most of our government officials). I mean it’s coming my fellow Americans the pace of growth by our federal government is fiscally unsustainable. I may not be good at practical application of these concepts, but I understand them quite well…and well ya know I know, and I hope I’m not throwin off yer good mood fer later when you sit down to watch “Two Broke Girls” or what the fuck ever…I mean I hate ta bring this shit up…
Oh no…that’s right…I love to bring this shit up
Okay well now I know I’m just being unfair, the thing is probably quite large percentage of WP writers may fall into the arty weirdo I just barely can hold a real job category (as compared to the population at large say), but if 
you hold a good job, or have held any job for a long period of time (and here I mean a real job, not a job in a record store, tattoo parlor, software development firm) yer belief that you are an arty oddball is only in your head…and to join with our media driven modern culture promoting the arty oddball loser, the ghetto thug, the overindulged rock or sports celebrity as pinnacles of cultural achievement (so you seem cool to your sheep like friends who are also pretending to be cool) is only hurting the country not helping it…
Here’s one good way to know what kind’a person you are, help you define yerself(separate from your employment)…Do you like Lady Gaga, think she is all that as it were…think she is arty and edgy?…If so, listen up, you are a worker bee, you should take off the weird make-up, yer lame thrift store concocted moon outfit and get the f back to work…you are neither arty or edgy, what you are is easily led, you are the type of person who should be working mainly in the service industry like say selling cosmetics at JC Penny or behind the counter at a fast food joint…
Devoid & Most Likely Unemployed
Do you consider yerself kick ass cool, do you listen to a: Only Metal or b. Only Gangsta Rap…
If yer answer was a: Only Metal, and you think yer a bad ass, more than likely you don’t have a job,. If you do then you are most probably a white, factory automotive, manufacturing or other blue collar worker.
If you answered band you think yer a bad ass it’s even more likely that you don’t have a job, but that if you do you fall in to the same as above category except: either way you
Annoyed & Definitely Unemployed
are more than 90% likely to be black, (exception to this, thirty something white collar office workers who on Saturday night out with the bros, like to relive their suburban high school gangsta days).
None of you are truly bad asses, especially you office workers, so stop promoting and supporting gansta culture, cause though you can separate your thoughts and your behaviors, a lot of kids growing up can’t, they buy into, they believe this shit….some kids, when you tell them to tune in turn on and drop out (I know, I know, too old school) actually do…
That’s why there is a definite exception to this rule, some of the “bad asses” are actually, really, bad asses, they’re not gonna hold jobs, don’t wanna hold jobs, (better to die on yer feet, than live on yer knees, etc, etc…)and ya know, these true rebels living outside of society, but yet functioning within strict guidelines all their own, I understand them , better than I understand most of you…
You…in fact reading this blog are most likely a fan of Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Katie Perry, Madonna (still?)or Justin Bieber, maybe even Maroon Five (guilty pleasure right).
A fan of The Voice, The View, The Talk, The Walk, alright I made that last one up is the point is, you probably are white, female, work in an office, possibly in human resources, maybe in health care, or an Elementary school teacher, you also, most likely like to think you are still edgy…
Yer about as edgy as yer motto…(and ya know how much I love to mock this one Cat’s & Kittens)…Live, Laugh, Love, which along with yer edgy mission statement, Live like no one is watching…no wait it’s Laugh like there’s no tomorrow…no crap…Dance till it hurts…oh well ya know the one….
Listen and I hate to break it to you, but yer not even remotely close to the town where edgy once lived some years back now….
I know that I’ve gone way off the beaten track here, way deep into unexplored territory through this three part extravaganza…but why, what have I been trying to say….no I mean really…What the hell have I been trying to say?
Oh yea thanks, when I am talking about culture and responsibility, you have to remember that fer some of us, it is our responsibility to be the intellectuals, the artists, the weirdo deviants, I’m okay with all that, but we are supposed to be small sub cultures, not the culture at large..that’s my point, that’s my only point…I don’t want the rest of the country to behave like me…like with my own children I want society to be better than the worst among us.
Yet here we are every day every body tryin to out media-fy, hell out socialnetworka-fy each other in an never ending self pleasuring dysfunctional cycle of shocking over indulgence and staged guilt…
Misfit to Mister & Back Again…Those Who Can’t Do Teach Pt II
April 11, 2012
All right so here we are back again…and as good as any a place to start is when I left the land of Oz for the frozen north, October of 1994 I was determined to learn to be a good worker bee, I had two small kids (already had messed up and lost custody and relinquished visitation for my first son). I put
my worker cap on, belittled and beat myself up (like a drill instructor would have[only I was doing it too myself at age 34] and was much crueler given I knew all my own weakness and foibles).
I barely pulled it off at first, but with steady application and try and try again mentality (okay so no punching other employees at work…check) After a few years I was doing pretty good, I had trained myself to be, at least fer however many hours a day you were willing to pay me, a good responsible person. (remember I was nearing forty at this point)
Now this is back some years, Ex 1 was still in the picture, but though I’d learned to behave at work, in my private life I was still pretty much one of Peter Pan’s Lost Boys…Is it any wonder then at some point she left with the kids (temporarily) back to Mom, back to Oz…
Well okay that was a wake up call, I still had work to do. I pulled up my boots, pulled up ‘em up tight, then pulled up ‘em up even tighter cinched ‘em with drawstring and wrapped the whole thing in duct tape. I worked harder, worked better, lived better (almost all my bad behaviors had been conquered[almost Cat's n' Kittens but we're gettin to that*])…
I actually ended up in a professional job, a real job, had my own office with my name and title on my door (in order to accomplish this, to get this far, I had to, in essence, kill the other “me”, the weirdo artist, so that I could not only put away want and focus on need, but fit in with the “normies” [who incidentally almost all viewed themselves as weirdo artist types]) and continue to be employed. I was making real money, and working 50 hours or more a week…
I only pulled this high a level of employment though for a short time, and only because I had an excellent, understanding boss…I am a dysfunctional unit, but I have learned to explain that (hopefully in a way each new
Dizzying Heights of Success
employers understands). This boss worked very well with me and allowed me a wide latitude of odd behaviors* lol (singing out loud, foul language)
However like any unit worth his weight in dysfunctions, I eventually cracked*, the carefully constructed new unit I had become, though well polished in almost every visble aspect, still held the same original flaws.
Though I could see, know, and understand how to behave, I was not very good at actually doing. I was certainly never going to be able to reach and achieve the sort of level of normalcy you need to be successful in this land of winners…it was too late fer me(if I’d ever even stood a chance at all)…I’d started training myself far too late, things I was learning at thirty-five I should have been learning at thirteen…
In this last cracking, oh some five years ago now, I lost everything, for a second time..lol…second wife, second house…oh it is to laugh
But don’t get me wrong, this last time I stood at the edge of the cliff of responsibility and jumped off..After fourteen years or so of trying I realized either the above was true, a:I’d started too late, or b: in whatever way it was that I was dysFUNctional, it doomed or fated me to behaving irresponsibly (left turns)and doomed (or fated or whatever) me to be the unit I was and, either way, or both together didn’t matter, I had to accept it….
Now I don’t know any of you, my smart and oh so intelligent readers, personally, but I’ll bet a good chunk of you think “that’s me”
But and while I’m not judging you, and it very well may be true…
Well hey and hey-lo Cat’s, Kittens it’s me the ol Dysu with another fantastic edgy hot off the presses…Okay, well, the truth is Lil’ Mouse read the last post and spent a good deal of 
the time laughing at, how did she put it, “…your being responsible nonsense…”
But just because I can’t do, doesn’t mean I can’t teach…In fact just the opposite is a common cliche’…Those who can’t do, teach.
Like, I mean, I know I sound like such a hard ass, I sound, well, I know how it sounds when I say you should…okay well maybe I’ll stick to I statements
I was talking about behaviors that I should have learned but didn’t…you can read more of this concept here, and uh…here…but the deal is, that’s part of what I am talking about when I talk about being Dysfunctional……you have to remember that I was born, and raised back in a time when being a fuck up was not socially “cool”…I knew responsible from irresponsible, I was always compelled(?) to act irresponsibly…was it just that I was born this way (nature)….a
Anyway, though it was not cool to be lazy good fer nothin’ dreamer when I was first born it was about to become that way, unfortunately fer me ( I believe)…Okay I have to make sure I say this next part right because it can be confusing even to me if I’m not careful…
I'll give ya somethin to cry about!!
See, (I believe now) my parents (in my case my good parent was) were right…and that the adult Dysu would have a lot less trouble if I had, as a young Dysu, learned to toe the line (play the game)…
Instead culture began to embrace the rebellious misfit.
My right to have whatever I want!! Beeyatch!
Not only embrace the irresponsible “fool”, as it were, but to hold them up as a model of right behavior…(after all in the Age of Aquarius we were all gonna live and sing hand in hand in a field of daises while candy colored rainbows provided for all our hazy fuzzy dreams where I could be anything, do anything, believe anything I wanted, and it would come true)…well hell that was perfect fer me, it reinforced the idea already chemically generating within my own brain…
See (I believe now) that with steady and appropriate pressure, applied early enough, I could have learned to behave more responsibly (or possibly just harness much of my weirdness better?). Instead I only had inconsistent and odd pressures and a society plunging headlong into a self cultural shift where the irresponsible became every child’s idol…(which through the hilarious process of “nurture” of course exacerbated the 
problem)…that is my genetic and cultural heritage…I was born to be a Dysfunctional Unit, society made it okay…
See I have two points (well, yea, lol, but lets not split proverbials) 1. The largest section of any given population is not going to be the intellectuals, or artists, or gifted, or anti-thinkers, it is going to be average people…”working” people 2. When your largest section of the population, who use to be the “working” section, suddenly and mistakenly believe they are arty edgy counter culture rock’ n rollers with one foot in the grave “anti the-man” rebels…well yer population is in trouble.
And that’s where the real joke of my Dysfunction, a part of what spawned the name, the idea of this blog, is that I began to see how my Dysfunction had become the countries dysfunction in many ways, and what that might mean fer us…so I became dysfunctional over my own dysfunction, double times over and inside out…
And the little dog twirls round and round
We’re Sperm o’ the World Ma
April 6, 2012
Okay so yea hey it’s me Cats & Kittens the ol Dysu with another edition of how much CBS This Morning drives me up the wall…And I know, I mean if I were you I’d be like what the hell, just turn the damn channel, but here’s the deal, I don’t have cable, I got regular TV, so that means CBS, NBC, ABC, sometimes FOX, oh there’s a couple of others, CW (never watch it), RETRO, THIS (an affiliate of FOX) and three different PBS channels (probably the most viewed channels in our house apart from on demand through Netflix etc hooked up through Xbox). But fer news (and I have to watch news in the morning)there’s only the first three, and CBS is the least openly, offensively socialist of the three big news channels Morning shows…and trust me that is saying something…Anyway that is way off track but hopefully it explains while I am always railing against the poor f-tards who regularly try to put themselves off as unbiased news reporters…
Today though it just a funny little report that I thought I’d write about. I thought two different things upon hearing it announced by Gail in teasers, the first one was…hell now we’re talking about sperm on National television in the AM hours, the second was how are they going to make Americans look bad here?
Okay so yea that was fun, don’t know if ya watched the whole thing but the important part was right in the beginning…
“But why? It’s largely due to America’s reputation as the gold standard in sperm, Time magazine senior editor Jeffrey Kluger said Thursday on “CBS This Morning.”
“As with any other good product, the two keys are quality control and versatility, variety of product. We have very, very strict (Food and Drug Administration) controls on who can donate and how heavily they have to be screened. We also have a multi-ethnic population, which means we’re very appealing to the world because people can come in from Japan, from Brazil, anywhere else and find a genetically, ethnically matching baby.“
I sat there and watched all three of the Hosts…nothing, didn’t blink an eye…not one of them said a thing. I mean these are the same people who day after day assure us that America is the home of intolerant racists, that we are unaccepting of different races and cultures and that we need to be more, and more, and even yet more accommodating to any and all races and cultures…
Are we diverse enough yet Mommy??
Anyway I don’t wanna go on and on, I have already been extremely lazy in responding to e’s and comments and replies lol I was nominated for this award..
Which is cool and the Mate who nominated me has a rockin blog, very funny and so I feel pretty amazed that he nominated an ol’ crazy machine like me…but okay so lemme see post back to his site…
Did that okay so seven things about me…a lot of info about me is available in earlier posts…wait I’ll ask Lil Mouse what she thinks I should put here…
Okay well she was busy with homework so…unfortunately yer stuck with me here…uh…tryin to think of things I haven’t shared…but maybe
1. I like all kinds of music, from Classical to Circle jerks, Carter family to Dean Martin to System of a Down, Oingo Boingo, Peggy Lee, and Wanda Jackson…But if I had to choose one Album it would be “Remain in Light” by the Talking Heads
2. I believe “Always Sunny in Philadelphia” is the only good sitcom (okay Lil Mouse added “Arrested Development” and “Office” and I’ll give in on those) so anyway the three of them (excluding cartoons South park etc and Adult Swim [which I love of course Lil Mouse reminded me]0 So yea those three are the only good sitcoms ever to be produced on American TV…I believe remember
3.We do ( I mean of course I also) like British and Australian sitcoms
4.Jumped Jesus on a pogo stick, hopefully this isn’t too boring, also running out of ideas. Oh yea how bout this I don’t give an f what people think of me…
5. I was once in a movie (back when i thought I was gonna be rich and famous lol[now I just wanna be adequately well off and anonymous]
6. Hell ,almost done okay here’s Lil Mouse’s contribution taken from the Magnetic poetry kit, in the order she handed them to me: “White, Wiener, desert, toast, pot, coffee, smoke”
7. I am crappy at the internet and computer and am not so fond of technology in general, even now Lil’ Mouse is laughing at my efforts to embed that damn YouTube video…
Okay well this whole versatile blogger award thing got tacked somehow onto the bottom of my Sperm posts but I think I’m gonna roll with it as is except break it up into two pieces…see I started this post, and meant to do a second on VB but of course got carried away, but before I finish and nominate I wanna make sure that like the guy who nominated me, I’m not about to nominate someone who just got nominated a day ago…remember duck duck goose when you were a kid..well and I wanna be fair and also someone might not wanna be nominated…Anyway, I seriously hopin I am not makin some huge internet community faux paus…but then again remember ol #7…oh yea and #4 as well…Anyway so keep watchin I’ll be back with Pt. II of Versatile Blogger in just a bit…
